Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


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Trick or Treat!

Finally!

I’m ready for Halloween with a whole week to spare!

Can you believe it? I’m ahead of the game . . . for me, anyway.

Yes, the shoe fits! (Bwa-ha-ha-ha!)

A little light to scare the pupper in the night.

And watch this. (I don’t know if it’ll work or not.)

It didn’t. 😦

When you touch the pumpkin head above, he says, “Happy Halloween! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” I love it. If I knew how, I’d make it my phone’s ring tone. But since I’m doing good to be able to post this blog, I doubt I’ll get ‘er done.

A friend gave me these a few years ago. I’m not sure where she found all the treasures she shared with me, but I still enjoy them so much.

This guy sits on the table between my man and me. Isn’t it cute? I bought it right after my breakable Halloween candy dish fell to its death. (For some reason, that table gets a little crowded–most of the time.)

Now maybe we can save some for the kids! 🙂 I’ll probably have to make another trip to the store for more, though. I don’t know where it’s all going. Maybe Molly is sneaking candy when we aren’t looking.

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It Halloween! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!

October 31st . . . Halloween. Happy birthday, all you Jack-o-Lanterns.

Do you look forward to Halloween? I used to, but since my kids aren’t living at home anymore (the little rats moved out and got homes of their own) and I don’t have any little monsters to dress up, it’s lost much of its glamour.

So tonight (Halloween Eve) I suggested to G-Man that we go to Papa John’s for a pizza. Papa John's Pizza

I called in the order, and as we left Smallville (our immediate small town on the lake) the streets were empty. But when we came home, less than 30 minutes later, the roads were clogged with trick-or-treaters and their parents and their cars.

Not only a street full of munchkins on the night before Halloween, but there was a big trailer holding a load of hay and kids on my dead-end street. (I still down know how they got turned around.)

Like the hospitable hosts we are (snork!) we hoped we could sneak inside and turn out all the lights before someone caught us and wanted part ofa slice, but as I stepped onto the porch I saw a tall dark figure.

*Gasp*

“Did I scare you?”

Of course, I knew the kid’s mama (this is a small world, remember?) so I loaded him up on candy bars. (dentists gotta live, too) and said, “I’m turning off all the lights now, so don’t fall down as you leave.”

Hey, I could hear the voices of more kids heading my way. If they’d made it before I got the lights off, I’d have to share more candy. 

No. Way.

Tonight I’ll be working the Lemonade Brigade at my church’s Harvest Hoedown unless I get fired for forcing kids to say “please” and “thank you” and making them keep their dirty fingers out of other people’s cups.

If I get voted “Wicked Witch of the West”, I’ll be sure and let you know.